All Chapters of The Billionaire Owns Me Now: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

༺LIAM༻ I'm on my way to Miami when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out to see Sabrina's name flashing on the screen. That's odd. Why on earth is she calling me instead of Rayne, especially since they were supposed to spend the weekend together? I answer, adjusting the headset to block out the helicopter's rotor noise, “Hello?” “Liam, thank God I reached you!” Sabrina's voice sounds frantic. Did something happen to my grandfather? My grip on the armrest tightens. “What's wrong? Is Grandfather okay?” “Lucas is fine,” she breathes. “It's Rayne I'm worried about.” I lean forward, my body tensing, every muscle in me coiling. “What's wrong with Rayne? Is she hurt?” “I don't know, Liam. I just pulled up outside your house and it's swarming with men in black, carrying guns! And I'm not talking about men in suits! They're thugs, armed to the teeth! There are a lot of them and they all came in SUVs with tinted windows. I'm hiding in my car. I don't know what to do! I've called R

༺LIAM༻ “Unfortunately, he got away when we deployed tear gas to flush them out. I don't know how,” Gordon says. “I have some of my men scouring the area, but so far, no sign. And we're also reviewing the footage now. It seems he had a planned escape route.” It was a well-thought out plan, all right. That calculating monster orchestrated his revenge almost perfectly. But he's not the only calculating monster around here. I can be just as ruthless, just as dangerous, just as deadly as Vesper. And he'll soon learn his lesson the hard way. For good this time. I curl my fingers into tight fists. “Just make sure your men find that fucker. I want every resource poured into this, every damn asset, everything we have! He isn't getting away with this. You hear me, Gordon? He WILL pay. And he'll pay dearly.” “I hear you loud and clear, Everhart. Consider it done.” Gordon nods sharply. “In the meantime, come take a look at the CCTV footage we're reviewing. We might be able to spot something t

༺RAYNE༻ “Not for long.” “Not for long.” “Not for long.” With just these three words, Liam ripped out a chunk of my soul and delivered an icy blow that has left me stunned for almost an hour. We've arrived at the penthouse in Manhattan but all I can think about is what Liam meant by those words. When I asked him about it, he didn't respond. He just kept driving and driving until we got here. I couldn't press on. I just felt numb, so numb I was afraid if I opened my mouth again I'd have broken down right there and then. And I didn't want that. It's bad enough that Liam's giving me the cold shoulder, no, the frozen tundra of indifference. The last thing I want is to break down in front of him and let him think that I'm fragile and completely dependent on him emotionally. Even though it might be the truth and that terrifies me. “Go take a shower,” Liam gruffs. It sounded like an order rather than a gentle suggestion. This is getting too much for me to bear. I stride in front of

༺RAYNE༻ This is even worse than my nightmare! Liam is asking me to leave? As in, pack my bags and get out of his life? For good? Is he actually suggesting that I walk away from him, from us, from everything we've been through together? Is he really asking me to give up on us, on our love? To leave behind the only home I've known with him, the only place where I've felt truly loved and accepted? The mere thought of it is suffocating and unbearable. I can't imagine it. “You're... You're asking me to leave?” I repeat in a breathy stutter. “Liam, you know that's not what I want. Why are you doing this?” Liam dips his hands in his pockets and looks away for a brief moment. “You're the one who said you couldn't take it anymore. What did you expect me to say? You want me to beg you to stay? I won't do that, Rayne. This is who I am. This is how I am. You either accept that or you walk away.” “No!” I shake my head. “This isn't how you are! This isn't you! You're the man who held me all ni

༺LIAM༻ Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I curse under my breath and punch the door as soon as Rayne walks out of the study. God, why is it so hard to let her go? Why does it kill me every time I push her away despite knowing it's for her own good? Why does the thought of her leaving me feels like a fate worse than death? Every ounce of my being screams for me to go after her, to take her into my arms and never let go. But I have to fight this feeling. I have to make her believe that I don't want her, that she's better off without me. She needs to hate me. It's the only way to keep her safe. But the more I drive her farther away, the more I wonder: Am I doing the right thing? Keeping her safe is the right thing to do but is pushing her away really the only way to keep her safe, or am I just using it as an excuse to punish myself for my past failures? Every moment without Rayne is torture and every second I spend not holding her in my arms is like a dagger to the heart. And the worst part? I kno